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LEBANON COU1UER AND SEin-WEEKJ A' RCTOKT, QtCT 'OS n3ftKa.D3a SUP CHAPTER X 'AT bad n busy dny or two after mat, trying to soi i rungs to ngnis in me store 101 tup uet-ter reception wild display of the new stock. S perry dropped him a line saying tuut tne goous wouia ar- 4 y, 1 jfe? EOiAXD BAKNETTE. rive on 't!;e third day. nud there was lauch to do lo make way for them. Between spasms of work Duncan had his In; mis full attending to the soda fountain. Soda water being practically the only salable thing in the store, it had to serve as an excuse for the inquisitivtne.ss of many of my fel low citizens. t say nothing of 1 n BAM Gr.AIIAM WAS WoP.lttltr. Bhould put it. but especially their vrives and daughters. The consumption of vanilly sody in those two days broke all known Uadviile records and stands a singular tribute to the Spar tan fortitude of Kadville womanhood, particularly the young stratum thereof From my window in the Citizen of fice 1 was able to keep a tolerably closi-account of events and obtain a eousen bus of public. opinion. So far as me latter bore upon Duncan, it was di Tided into two rather distinct parties, one, of course, favoring him, and this was feminine almost exclusively. Tra rey Tanner, to be sure, confessed with n my hearing to predilection for the York dood, but was inclined to ge and climb the fence when as-eulled by-RolnndVeitrictures. - Roland, I suspect, was a wee mite jealous. He had been paying attention to 1 mean. going with Josie Lock wood for sever-( i 11 ig r 4,4 P 4 1 t lid: .u -THE FORTUNE HUNTER Novelized by Louis Joseph Vance From the Play of the Same Name by WINCHELL SMITH Copyright IOIO, by Winchell Smith and Louii Joseph Vanca al ,otiths. Instinctively he must have dl ihiod his danger, and it's not In reason to exact admiration of the usurper from the usurped even when the act of usurpation has not yet been definitely consummated. Roland went to the length of labeling Duncan "sissy" and professed to believe that Hiram Nutt was justified in calling him a "s'picious character." Roland hinted darkly that Duncan knew New York no better than Will Bigelow. 'And if be did come from there," he asseverated. "1 betcher he didn t leave for no good purpose." His temper inspired "me with the sapient reflection that its a terrible thing to be in love even if only with au old mno's millions. 'There's goin' to be a real Noo York er here before long," Roland boasted. He's comin' to see me on some special private bus'ness of ourn." 'Huh," commented Tracey, the skep tical, "what kind of a Noo Yorker 'd come all the way here to see you?" That's all right You'll see when he gets here. He's a pro-motor." "A what?" "A pro-motor, a financier." Roland pronounced it "finnan seer," thus be traying symptoms of culture and be wildering Tracey beyond expression. "vvuats tnatr he demanded ag gressively. That's a feller 't can take nothing at all and incorporate it and make money -out of it," Roland defined with some hesitancy. "And that's why he's coming down here to take a look at you?" inquired Tracey, skipping nimbly round the cor ner. Curiously enough in my understand ing (for I own to no great faith in Roland's statements, taking them by and largei his friend from New York put in an unheralded appearance in Kadville that same night on the even ing train. The Bigelow House received him to its figurative bosom under the name of W. H. Burnham. He sent for Roland promptly and treated him to a dinner at the hotel, something which I have always regarded as a punishment several sizes too large for the crime. Later, having displayed him on the streets in witness to his good faith, Roland spent the evening with Mr. Burnham, mysteriously con fabulating behind closed doors, in the hotel Duncan was at the station a few days later superintending the transpor tation of the new stock, which had come by the early local. Betty was busy with her housework upstairs, and only old Sam kept the shop. Sam wasn't In the best of spirits His evergreen optimism seldom with ered, but in spite of all that had already been accomplished in behalf of the store, in spite of the rosier aspect of his declining fortunes and his con tidence in and affection for Duucan Sam was worried. He bad been ovei to the bank once even at that early hour, but Blinky Lockwood bad driven out of town to see about foreclosing one of his numerous mortgages in the neighborhood, and his note, which fell due at the bank that day, was still a weight upon Sam's mind. Roland and Burnham foyid him wandering nervously round the store alternately taking his hat down from the peg, as if minded to make a second trip to the bank and replacing it as he realized that patience was his part "Why, hello, Roland!" he cried cheerfully, hanging up his hat for perhaps the twentieth time. And, "How de doo, sir?" he greeted the stranger. "Good morning, sir," said Burnham pleasantly. "Say. Sam," Roland blundered with his usual adroitness, "this gentleman" Bumham's hand fell heavily on his forearm. "What's that, Roland?" Sam turned turiously to them. "Oh, nothin'; I was er just goin' to say that this gentleman's my friend from Noo York, Mr. Burnham, and we just happened to look in." "The friend you were going to Write to about my burner?" inquired Sam. It was here that Roland got a look from Mr. Burnlam that withered him completely. "Why, no, Mr. Graham," Burnham interposed deftly. "Mr. Barnette must have been talking of some one else he knew in New York. I" "Didn't know he knew more'n one there," Sam observed mildly. Burnham's glance jumped warily to Sam's face, but withdrew reassured, having detected therein nothing but the old man's kindly and simple nature. "At all events," he continued, "I don't remember hearing anything about the matter (what did you call It? A burner, eh?) from Mr. Barnette." "I s'pose Roland forgot," Sam allowed. "He's so busy courtin' our pretty girls, Mr. Burnham" "Yes, that was it," Roland put In hastily, seeing his chance to mend matters. "T did intend to write you about it. Mr. Burnham, but it, kind of slipped my mind. We've had a lot of Important bv'- over to the bank recentlv " .. - ' ;-uy the way, Roland, did you just come from the bank? Is Mr. lock-wood back yet?" "No; I got off this morning. I don t think he Is. Sam. Did you want to see him?" "Well, yes," Sam admitted. "I guess you know about that, Roland." "Mean business, sometimes, asking favors of these bankers, eh, Mr. Graham?" Burnham remarked. Graham nodded dolefully. "Yes, it is unpleasant," he admitted confidingly. "You see, there's a note of mine come due today, and I'm not able to take care of it or pay the interest just now. But I guess it'll be all right. Mr. Lockwood's kind, very kind." "I'm afraid you're a little too sure, Sam," Roland contributed tactfully. "When there's money due Lockwood he wants it, and most times he gets it or its equivalent" "But," Burnham changed the subject adroitly, "what was this-burner, did you say that Mr. Barnette forgot to tell me about?" "Oh, just one of my inventions, sir. I've spent most of my life at it, sir, but somehow nothing has ever turned out well not so far, 1 mean. But I mean to hit it yet" "That's the way to talk," Burnham cried heartily. "Never give up, I sayl But tell me about some of these inventions, won't you?" "Well" Sam knitted his fingers and pursed his lips reflectively "I patent-. "WHAT WAS THIS BUBNEB?' ed a new type thrashing machine once, but I couldn't get anybody to take hold of it You see, I haven't any money, Mr. Burnham." "now would you like to talk it over with me some time? I'm interested In such things as a sort of side issue." "Will you?" Sam's eagerness was not to be disguised. "Be glad to.' Tell me, how did you get your power?" "From gas. sir. though coal will do most as well, l'ou see, I've got this burner patented that makes gas from crude oil no waste, no odor nor trouble and little expense. It'd be cheaper than coal, I thought; that's why I invented it l couia get steam up mighty quick with that gas arrangement I use it for lighting here in the store now." "Do you, indeed?" Burnham's tone Indicated failing interest, but such diplomacy was lost on Sam. "If you've got time I could show you. It's right over here." A glance at his watch accompanied Burnham's consent to spare a few minutes. "There's a telegram I must send presently," he said. "But I'd like to see this burner, if it won't take long." "No, not long';' just a minute or two." Sam was already dragging the affair out from under the window box. "You see" He went on to expound its virtues with all the fond enthusiasm of a father showing off his firstborn and wound up with a demonstration of the illuminating appliance. I'm afraid, though, he got little encouragement from Mr. Burnham. He considered the machine with a dispassionate air, it's true, and admitted its practical advantages, but wasn't at all disposed to take a roseate view of its future. "Yes," he grudged when Sam put a match to the jet, "that's certainly a very good light." "All right, ain't it?" chimed Roland, enthusiastic. "Oh, it may amount to something. It's hard to tell. Of course you know, sir," he continued, addressing Graham directly, "you've got competition to overcome." Sam's old fingers trembled to his chin. "No-o," he said, "I didn't know that I've got the patent" "Of course that's something. But the Consolidated Petroleum crowd has another machine, slightly different, which does the same work and, I should say, does it better." "Is Is that so?" quavered Sam. "My patent"- "Now, see here, Mr. Graham," Burnham argued, "we're practical men, both of us" "No, 1 shouldn't say that about myself," Sam interrupted, "Now, you, sir, I can see you're a man who understands such things. But I" "Nevertheless you must know that a patent isn't everything. You said a moment ago a man had to have money to make anything out of his inventions." "Did I?" Sam Interjected, surprised. "Certainly you did. And dead right yon are. 'i ' ApnuntSallverywell.butj..B tt earth h g you re up uimst a power- ttefeJ supposin, rui competitor like the Consolidated Petroleum company. They've got a patent too. Granted, it may be an Infringement of yours even. What can you do against them?" "Why, If it's an infringement" "Sue, of course. But do you suppose they're going to lie down just because f a t 'Li) A - C ' , '. - i w. '' ) i I I . - f A" j "I'LL BB GLAD TO SHOW YOU AXXTHING I'VE GOT HEBE." an unknown ana penniless invent r sues them? ; Bless you, no! They'll fight to the last ditch. They'll engage the best legal talent In the country. You'll have to carry the case to the supreme court of the United States if you want a winning decision. And that's going to cost you thousands-hundreds of thousands a million". "Never mind. A thousand's enough," said Sam gently. "I see what you mean, sir. It's just another case where I've got no chance." "Oh, I wouldn't put it as strong as that" "But I have no money." "Still, you never can tell. I'll think it over if 1 get time." "Why, that's kind of you, sir; very kind." It was at this point that Roland rose to the occasion like the noble ass he is. Roland never coul&.see more than an inch beyond the end of his nose. "Say, Mr. Burnham," he floundered, "don't you think you '-could help Sam to" , ..--:! .; . "I think," said Mr,' Burnham, with additional business of looking at his watch, "I'd like to send that Wire I BPOke Of." - MIR tan n; .-. W .filT "Yes, Roland,": Sam ngreed meekly, "you mustn't keep your friend from his business. .I'm glad you looked in, sir. Y'ou'll call again,. I hope." , . "Thank you," said Burnham, moving toward the door. It was too much for Roland's sense of opportunity. He rolled in Burnham's wake sullenly reluctant "Say, Mr. Burnham," he exploded as they got to the door, "if you'll just offer Sam five" "That will do!" Roland collapsed as if punctured. Burnham turned to Graham with a wave of his hand. "I'm leaving on the afternoon train, but if I get time I may drop in again and talk things over with you. There might be something in that thrashing machine you mentioned." "I'll be glad to show you anything I've got here." "All right Good day. I'll see you again perhaps." This cavalier snub was lost ou Sam. an essential of whose serene soul la the quality of humility. He followed them to the door as grateful as a lost dog for a stray pat instead of a kick. "Good day, sir. Good day, Roland," he sped their parting cheerfully. But it was a broken man who shut the door behind them and turned back, fingering his gray chin. "Perhaps Mr. Burnham was right Only I was kind of hopin' Now, Mr. Lockwood over there" He shook himself to throw off the spell of depression. "Well, well! He's kind, very kind. With this young man In here and everything gettin' fixed up and new stock comin' in I'm sure Mr. Lockwood "ONLT. HEB SENSE OF DCTT SUSTAINED HEB." '11 see It the right way for us. kind, verv kind." He's Thus It was that he presently called , The girl's weary voice carae down to him without accent. "Yes, father, al most" "Well, then, you keep an eye on the Btore, please. I'm goin' to step out for a minute." "Yes, father." "And If if anybody asks for me I'll most likely be down to the depot with Mr. Duncan." He didn't mention that he contemplated calling on Lockwood, because he feared it might worry Betty. Betty knew, or, rather, divined. And she had no hope, no faith such as made Sam what he was. She came down the steps listlessly. Only her sense of duty sustained her. She owed something to old Sam for the gift of life, dismal though she found it He needed her. What she could do for him she would. . Sighing, she went to work. In work only could she forget The soda glasses needed cleaning and the sirup jars replenishing, for the new order of sirups had come in the previous evening. After a time, to a tune of pounding feet, Tracey Tanner pranced Into the shop with all the graceful abandon of a young elephant feeling its oats. His face was fairly scarlet from exertion and his eyes bulging with a sense of importance. The girl looked up without Interest, nodding slightly in response to his breathless " 'Lo, Betty." "Father's gone out," she said, hold ing a glass to the light, suspicious of the lint from her dish towel. "I know seen him down the street" The boy halted at the counter, producing a handful j-f nuaro envelopes. "Note for you rrom the Lockwoods, Betty," he panted. "Josie ast me to bring it round." Betty put down her glass in con sternation. "From the Lockwoods?" "Uh-huh!" Tracey offered it. but she withheld her band, dubious. "For me, Tracey?" "Uh-huh! It's a ninvltation. I got four more to take." He tnrust It into "JOSIB AST MB TO BRING IT BOUND." her reluctant fingers. "Got five, real ly, but one of em's for me." "An invitation, Tracey!" "Yeh. Hope you have a good time when it comes off." Already he was bouncing toward the door. "Goodby.' "But what Is it Tracey V "Aw, it tells in the ninvltation S'long." , ' "From the Lockwooi she whis pered. Suddenly she tore it opet; her hands unsteady with nervousness. The envelope contained a square of heavy cardboard of a creamy tint with scalloped edges touched with gold. On the face of the card a round and form less hand had traced with evident pains the inform, tion: MISS JOSEPHINE MAE LOCKWOOD Requests the pleasure of your company at a lawn fete and dance to be held at the residence of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. George Lockwood, Saturday, July 15, at 8 p. m. R. S. V. P. The envelope fluttered to the floor, while the card was crushed between the girl's hands. For a moment her face was transfigured with delight her eyes blank with rapturous visions of the joys of that promised night "Oh it 'ud be grand!" Then suddenly the light faded. Her eyes clouded; her face settled into its discontented lines. She stuffed the card heedlessly into the pocket of her dingy apron and took up another glass "But I can't go; I've got nothin' to wear." NEWLY-WEDS ARRIVE. Mr, Fortna and His Bride to Stay Here for a Few Days Harry M. Fortna, of Baltimore, Maryland, formerly of tihis city, and for some time a sergeant in Co. H, N. G. P., arrived here on Monday, bring ing his ibride with thlm, and surprising his many friends there. 'Last Saturday Mr. Fortna was wedded to Miss Minnie Schenck, of Wlamelsdorf, the cere mony being performed by Rev. "Ir. Miller, of Heading. Mr. and Mrs. Fortna will re nain here until Thursday when they leave from here for Washington, D. C, later returning to Baltimore, where they will reside. Mr. Fortna. is connected with the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Company at Baltimore. BACK FROM PINE GROVE. Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Sattezahn, of this city, have returned from a visit to Pinegrove, and to otker parts of Schuylkill county, where they spent - nrifcimas wun irienna. uunng mar 'visit to the Schuvlkill region, they en- j0yed two turkey dinners, given in honor of their hoor. SURE CURE FOR ORCHARD MICE. STATE ZOOLOGIST SUGGESTS WAYS TO KILL OFF DESTRUCTIVE PESTS. FAKE REMEDIES EXPOSED. Worthless Nostrums for San Jee Scale Shown Up By the State Zoologist. Poison Treatment Worse Than the Scale From a prominent fruit grower in Franklin county comes the request for information of. the best method of getting rid of mice in the orchard. These mice are very destructive to young trees in some sections of the State, and Prof. H. A. Surface, of the Divi sion of Zoology, prescribed the follow ing treatment: "Replying to your letter of the 3rd, asking for a remedy to get rid of the ground mice in your orchard, I beg to say that the best thing possible is to put the orchard into clean cultivation, and get rid of the grass. At this time of year if the ground is not frozen, it would be a good plan to work around the trees with a hoe and iron rake, raking the grass away from them for a distance of a few feet. "If you do not wish to go to this trouble, one easy means of protecting theni is to put a piece of wire around something like a broom handle, so that it will make a tube and can be slipped around the trees, standing at its base like a collar. This will give protection from mice and rabbits. ' PAINTING THE TREES. "Also, you can safely paint your apple, pear and quince with pure white lead and raw linseed oil. This will give protection from mice, rabbits and borers. The peach trees can be painted or sprayed at the base with strong lime-sulfur solution, either home-boiled or commercial, prepared as for San Jose Scale. If it has some sediment or free sulfur added, it will be Improved for this purpose. "You can kill the mice by strychnine poisoning. I would suggest that you write to the U. S. Department of Agriculture, Washington, D. C, for their recent Bulletin on the "Methods of Getting Rid of Rats and Mice.;' It is also desirable for you to have one or two terriers or beagles trained to hunt mice. "The only objection to this in the orchard is, the danger of - injury . to the roots of trees by them in digging after mice that may have burrowed under the trees. This onusf.be watched. - "If you have deep snow, it is advisable to tramp the snow around the trees, as this prevents the mice from feeding on the trunks. They do not; come above the snow to feed. "' Of I course, if the wire collars are placed around the trees, the stamping is not necessary. "Rubbish, straw, grass or anything of the kind near the trees attracts them and furnishes protection. This is the chief reason why such material should not be close to the trunks of the trees during winter." The following letter to a practicing physician in a neighboring county, who is also a fruit grower, was written by Prof. H. A. Surface, State Zoologist of the Department of Agriculture, Harris-burg, Pa., upon the request for in formation as to whether a much ad vertised and exploited nostrum put in to the trunk of the tree in a gimlet hole would rid the tree of scale. The following letter is instructive because it describes the manner in which the scale injures the tree, and explodes the theory that this pest can be controlled by the above method: "I am interested in your letter of the 26th, and can assure you that the San Jose scale injures a tree by ex actly, the same process as a mosquito injures us; it injects a poisonous sa liva into a tree and sucks out the modified sap. Both processes are in jurious, but the injection of the poi son is the worse of the two evils. The tree will not take into its sap any material injected into the trunk through a hole. The sulfur treatment consisting of putting sulfur into an auger hole in the tree, and has no ef fect whatever upon the tree. I have tried it, and have seem the sulfur re main entirely unmodified for as long as two years at a time. SCALE A SURE DESTROYER, "Some orchards may escape the rav ages of the San Jose scale for some time, but they are practically sure to be destroyed by this pest later if noth ing be done to save them. At the pres ent time the universal recommendation of all growers and entomologists is, to spray annually, and nearly all will agree, that the best material is the boiled lime-sulfur wash. I would urgently recommend that you try the sulfur treatment in some Infested trees, and assure yourself of its efficacy or otherwise, (before you make a published statement concern ing it. I find it very important to be careful what is put before the public, for the reason that so many persons will accept it as established, and may depend upon it, and in so doing will defer the use of remedies which we know will bring reliable and desired results. "By delaying a year or two to learn whether the new remedy will prove satisfactory, they are liable to lose their trees. It is possible that the San Jose scale has not been introduced to the orchard which you mention. The proper treatment will consist of placing sulfur in a hole In a tree which we know !s infested and watch it for a year or more. I have done this with unsatisfactory results." picked' up at sex rr ) Survivor of Wrecked Yacht Saved by Pilot Boat. Key West, Fla., Dec. 28. W. H. Parker, of the yacht Lebra, and not the Phra, as previously reported, wu picked up at sea near the northwest lighthouse by a passing pilot boat he having been floating on a piece of the bottom of the wrecked yacht Lebra, commanded by Charles M. S. Bennett, and not Stuart Bennett, as given by others passengers. , . Parker is from Amerlcus, Qa., and is V. j 1 .. l ; i t. i . , . . jured. His statement is as follows: "The yacht commanded and owned by Charles M. S. Bennett left Marco, Fla., Sunday morning at 4 a. m., having on board, besides the owner; who is a magazine writer for the Curtiss Publishing company, of Philadelphia, and other neriodicals. extracting to coma ta Key West and clear the boat for Havana, Cuba. On Sunday night while trying to enter the Warrow : passage between the granite jetties at the northwest channel, seven miles from the city, she struck the granite jetty while the yacht was under full speed, both engines working and sails set. The yacht was crushed into pieces, Bennett being killed instantly. Mrs. Bennett was pulled from a floating piece of the deck by Parker onto a piece of the boat's bottom and remained there until next morning, whea she became insane and let go the float and was washed away by the waves." The body of Bennett was found by fishermen about four miles from the spot wheer the little vessel sank. No trace was found of Bennett's wife." '" nnirnT mnm urn ... rliltOI ADdULTCO DROWNING GIRL ft' l. I ?f A nff a nisKs Lug io bives nties w Dying Skater. Conshohocken, Pa., Dec. 28. Father Quinn, of St. Gertrude's Catholic church, risked his life to give absolution to a girl who was drowning. Carefully picking his way over the thin ice to the spot where she was dying, he gave her the benefit of the church rites. The girl was Miss Maggie Shaw, and after receiving absolution she released her hold on the ice, which exposure to the cold water had made it difficult to 1 1 n 1 1 1 La II' m n 1 1 mm ii w in npr nnncn Miss Shaw had been skating with Miss Agnes Haynes, Jatnes Harper and tticnara pavmmiK. an or i ;nnnnnnniu. en. The party were on the Schuylkill itlrn ohiVA - isv rinttt i6 1-1ia!h . : suburb when they went too far 4owa the river. . FIX DATE FOR UPRISING Honduran Rebels Plan General Upris ing ror jan. i. ; New Orleans, La., Dec. 28. Sunday, morning, Jan. 1, has been set by Manuel Bonilla, former president of Hon- J .. ...i ini xt. rni . day night, accompanied by General Lee Christmas, for an unknown point in Central America, as the date for a general uprising of the forces faithful to him, against the government rule of Miguel R. Davilla, the present executive of Honduras, according to Information received from one now in New Orleans, who is well informed as to the plans of the commander of the revolutionary forces. Generals Bonilla and Christmas, it is said, left New Orleans on Thursday night simultaneously with the departure of the steamer Hornet, but according to this information they did not go on that vessel. The ship is said to nave gone airectiy to uape liracias, Dispatches from various points la Hondurts give the information that a rp vnlntinnflrv mniTAmpnt ia e-rnontoH n--. any time and that the coast cities and many of those In the interior have" oeen iorunea ana gamsonea D.v we ident Davilla. Dying Man Phoned For Doctor. ; Muncie, Ind., Dec. 28. When a local physician answered his phone a weak voice, barely able to make itself heard, asked him to hurry to the number given. There the physician found Tony Hefel, a civil engineer and contractor; his wife and James Foust, a roomer, unconscious from the effects of gas which had escaped from a base burner stove. Four Trainmen Die In Wreck. Pakersburg, W. Va., Dec. 28. Four trainmen were killed and two badly hurt in a freight wreck on the Ohio division of the Baltimore & Ohio railroad at. Mercers Bottom, W. Va. , WEATHER EVERYWHERE. Observations of United States -weather bureaus taken at 8 p. m. yesterday follow: Temp. Weither. Albany 26 CI ir. ,, Atlantic City.... 36 CI r. Boston......... 84 CI, J.' Buffalo 34 Clear. Chicago 38 Cloudy. New Orleans. .. . 62 Clear. New York 36 Clear. Philadelphia 40 Clear. St. Louis 42 Rain. Washington,.... 34 Clar. Weather , Forecast. Rain and warmer tocKy and tomorrow; southerly winds. 1 1,1 ... , .rr, , .Mr. and Mrs. Philip Crook and . daughter, Gretna, who have been spending a few days visiting Mr. and Mrs. Grant Fasnacht, of 442 Spruce street, this city, have returned to their home in Wellsville, Pa.

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